vrcanaries Chapter 176 Watching Movies and Making Pastries
Chapter 176 Watching Movies and Making Pastries
The movie was not as thrilling as Ye Wanqing had expected, although the beginning caught her heart with a touch of strange suspense.
However, the story gradually lost its tension in the middle, like an unfinished dream, which was prolonged for no reason, diluting the original fear and expectation.
The fruit plate in Ye Wanqing's hand was gently placed on the coffee table. The colorful fruits on it seemed to have lost their attractive luster at this moment.
She sighed, finally unable to bear the long dullness, and slowly stood up, her steps unconsciously walking towards the kitchen.
In the kitchen, time flows gently and slowly.
Nearly forty-five minutes later, the originally hard mung beans became soft after being gently soaked in water.
Ye Wanqing's mind was no longer on the unfinished movie. She decided to end the wait early and put the mung beans into the steamer, letting them bloom with their own sweetness under the most appropriate heat.
She drained the beans skillfully one by one, and the water droplets slid down her fingertips and finally fell into the plate, waiting for the next transformation.
Lin Xuan sat on the sofa in the living room, his eyes occasionally looking towards the kitchen. When Ye Wanqing's figure disappeared for too long, his brows couldn't help but furrowed slightly, and finally he stood up and walked towards the warm light.
In the kitchen, Ye Wanqing was concentrating on adjusting the sweetness of the mung bean cake.
Lin Xuan stood at the door, without making a sound, just looking at her quietly.
Under the light, Ye Wanqing's figure was elongated, her profile hidden in the soft shadow, revealing only the outline. Her tied-up hair swayed gently inadvertently, like a breeze blowing across the lake of the heart, creating ripples and touching the softest part of Lin Xuan's heart.
Those memories of childhood, like long-sealed treasures, were inadvertently opened.
Although the shadow of his loved ones' death has always hung over him, those fragments, those simple and pure happiness, came flooding in like a tide at this moment, making him feel the long-lost warmth and sense of belonging.
He stood there quietly, not wanting to disturb the tranquility, and finally turned around and walked towards the balcony, where he had the moment of peace he wanted.
He took out a cigarette and touched it lightly with his fingertips. But at the moment when he was about to light it, his eyes swept across the soft light in the living room. An inexplicable tenderness surged in his heart. He moved his fingers slightly and put the cigarette back into the cigarette box.
The process of making mung bean cake and red bean cake is very simple for Ye Wanqing.
She skillfully combined mung bean paste with white sugar and maltose, and finally molded it into exquisite pastries through molds.
The same was true for the red bean cakes. Her movements were smooth and graceful. In less than an hour, all the cakes were completed and carefully packed into exquisite boxes.
Ye Wanqing divided them into four parts, two boxes in each part, and she had already made a plan in mind: half would be left for Lin Xuan to take away, and the rest would be a little surprise for herself and Qin Zhuyu.
When she had everything ready and was about to call Lin Xuan, she found that the living room was empty, the movie had ended long ago, and the TV screen was flickering a dim light in the night.
She thought Lin Xuan went to the bathroom, so she went into the kitchen to wash her hands, but when she came out she still didn't see him.
Could it be that he really just left without saying goodbye?
Just as she was hesitating whether to dial the familiar number, the balcony door opened gently, and Lin Xuan's figure came into view, with a hint of coolness from the night breeze, as well as a bit of apology and tenderness.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
His voice was low and magnetic. Ye Wanqing looked at him, the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised, and the stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.
It turns out that he never left.
Ye Wanqing raised her eyebrows slightly, her voice carrying a barely perceptible softness: "Everything is ready, just waiting for your inspection."
She glanced at her phone screen. It was already half past nine and the night was getting darker.
Lin Xuan's eyes fell on the dining table, where several lavender paper bags lay quietly. He responded softly:
"Ah, very good."
Ye Wanqing walked forward, picked up two bags of mung bean cakes and two bags of red bean cakes from the table, and handed them to Lin Xuan:
"It's getting late, and your mother must have gone to bed. Please give these to the housekeeper. She can try them as part of her breakfast tomorrow morning."
When mentioning Mrs. Lin, Ye Wanqing's words revealed some concern.
Mrs. Lin is old, and most of the cakes on the market have too much sugar content, which is not suitable for her body.
The pastries made by Ye Wanqing herself had reduced sugar content, which could satisfy the old lady's cravings without affecting her health.
Lin Xuan took the pastry and understood that Ye Wanqing meant to send him away, but he did not leave immediately.
He smiled slightly, as if he saw through her thoughts: "Can I try a piece first?"
Ye Wanqing was slightly stunned. She really hoped that Lin Xuan could leave as soon as possible. After all, she had been with him for the entire afternoon and her patience was almost at its limit.
However, facing Lin Xuan's sudden request, she couldn't help but feel a little surprised: "You... don't you always dislike desserts?"
Lin Xuan shook his head slightly, his eyes flickering with a hint of amusement: "Occasionally, I also want to try different flavors."
Ye Wanqing frowned helplessly, but still took out the pastry reserved for herself from the kitchen.
The freshly baked mung bean cakes and red bean cakes exude an enticing aroma that instantly awakens your taste buds.
She placed the pastries in front of Lin Xuan and made him a cup of honey lemon water, but this time, she added more lemon, hoping that the sourness would make him leave sooner.
Lin Xuan sat down gracefully at the dining table, his eyes never leaving Ye Wanqing: "You go and rest, I'll leave after I finish eating."
Ye Wanqing didn't say anything more. She was indeed exhausted.
She doesn't like being polite, especially to Lin Xuan.
So, she nodded gently: "Just put it here after you finish eating, I will clean it up tomorrow."
After saying that, she really turned around and went upstairs, leaving Lin Xuan alone in the restaurant to savor the pastries.
In fact, it’s not that he doesn’t like eating mung bean cakes, but no one has ever prepared them for him so carefully.
Ye Wanqing probably thought he couldn't eat much, so she only gave him two pieces, one for each flavor.
But Lin Xuan savored every bite carefully, wanting to deeply imprint this thought in his heart.
After eating the pastries and drinking the cup of slightly sour lemon honey water, Lin Xuan slowly stood up and left Ye Wanqing's house.
After taking a shower, Ye Wanqing felt a surge of fatigue.
She took two sleeping pills, and perhaps because she was really tired, or perhaps because of the effect of the drugs, she soon fell into a deep sleep.
It was exactly half past ten when Lin Xuan returned to the Lin residence.
Mrs. Lin has already gone to bed, and the housekeeper is also preparing to rest.
Seeing Lin Xuan come back so late, the housekeeper couldn't help but feel a little surprised: "Master, why are you back at this time?"
Lin Xuan smiled and nodded, then handed the bag to the housekeeper: "This is the mung bean cake and red bean cake made by Ye Wanqing herself. You can have it as breakfast for mother tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, the housekeeper's face lit up with joy: "Madam has been talking about the cakes made by Miss Ye recently!"
She was well aware of her wife's love for sweets, especially traditional pastries.
But most of the pastries on the market contain too much sugar, so she didn't dare let the old lady eat too much.
The pastries made by Ye Wanqing were of moderate sweetness, so she naturally let her wife taste them in moderation.
Although Mrs. Lin is old, she still maintains her love for sweets.
The butler looked at the pastries in his hands, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.
She knew that this was not just a pastry, but also Lin Xuan's expression of his love for Ye Wanqing.
Last time in the hospital, although Lin Xuan expressed his feelings, he never took any actual action.
And now, he has finally taken this step!
The butler was secretly happy, as if he saw a bright future for the two of them.